Uh, wouldn't eating pizza EVERY SINGLE DAY for 3 years wreck your health enough to kill you?

Way to dash that faith in humanity right back into the ground and beat it with a dead horse.

To answer your question, no.As a food with a wide variety of things in it, it's not all that bad for you in moderation. Meat, cheese, bread, tomato's, and assorted herbs and things, quite a lot of vitamins and minerals.

Someone eating that daily will be much more healthy than someone eating only a limited regimen of "health" foods, given that each is in moderation and enough exercise is carried out.

You may want to look into some form of remedial education if you classify any given type of food as irrevocably "bad".

7th Son of a 7th Son:Meh, the article said her usual order was 1 large pepperoni pizza. Good on the driver though, it's things like this that make me wonder if she had any kids, and why they didn't check in on her.

Some people have a falling out with their family members. The lady across the street from me is in her 80s and all three of her kids hate her and haven't been by in years. (for reasons I'm slowly beginning to understand)

Uh, wouldn't eating pizza EVERY SINGLE DAY for 3 years wreck your health enough to kill you?

Way to dash that faith in humanity right back into the ground and beat it with a dead horse.

To answer your question, no.As a food with a wide variety of things in it, it's not all that bad for you in moderation. Meat, cheese, bread, tomato's, and assorted herbs and things, quite a lot of vitamins and minerals.

Someone eating that daily will be much more healthy than someone eating only a limited regimen of "health" foods, given that each is in moderation and enough exercise is carried out.

You may want to look into some form of remedial education if you classify any given type of food as irrevocably "bad".

Moderation =/= eating it every single day for 3 years. Once a week, sure. But 365 pizzas in one year? Besides this was pepperoni, not veggie pizza, but whatever.

miss diminutive:7th Son of a 7th Son: Meh, the article said her usual order was 1 large pepperoni pizza. Good on the driver though, it's things like this that make me wonder if she had any kids, and why they didn't check in on her.

Some people have a falling out with their family members. The lady across the street from me is in her 80s and all three of her kids hate her and haven't been by in years. (for reasons I'm slowly beginning to understand)

My mother would have to do something totally drastic for me to never speak to her again. Even so, I don't think I'd have the heart to just abandon her.

miss diminutive:7th Son of a 7th Son: Meh, the article said her usual order was 1 large pepperoni pizza. Good on the driver though, it's things like this that make me wonder if she had any kids, and why they didn't check in on her.

Some people have a falling out with their family members. The lady across the street from me is in her 80s and all three of her kids hate her and haven't been by in years. (for reasons I'm slowly beginning to understand)

Some people just don't have anybody left.

When I was growing up, there was a neighbor who was an old woman who some of us thought was creepy because she was always trying to talk to people from her porch and offer them snacks.

Well, as children are taught, I of course told my parents about this creepy lady who invited kids to her house for treats. My parents were wise enough to realize the lady was probably just lonely. Turns out her husband had died of a heart attack ten or so years before, they'd had one son who died in Vietnam. She'd outlived all the rest of her family and friends. She had limited mobility, so her porch was just about the furthest she could go.

I don't think I've ever seen somebody as happy as her when my family and I started visiting her. Soon most of the neighborhood kids would stop by. It was a somber time for the whole block when she passed.

miss diminutive:7th Son of a 7th Son: Meh, the article said her usual order was 1 large pepperoni pizza. Good on the driver though, it's things like this that make me wonder if she had any kids, and why they didn't check in on her.

Some people have a falling out with their family members. The lady across the street from me is in her 80s and all three of her kids hate her and haven't been by in years. (for reasons I'm slowly beginning to understand)

Or they moved away years/decades ago. Sure, the average fark user would notice mom had fallen as soon as he left the basement to go to the fridge or steal some more of her hand lotion and tissues, but just FYI for 7th Son, we don't all live like that.

I'm part of a big family, some of the members I don't hear from but once a year, some once a month or less.3 days without family contact is not exactly that rare of a thing.

7th Son of a 7th Son:miss diminutive: 7th Son of a 7th Son: Meh, the article said her usual order was 1 large pepperoni pizza. Good on the driver though, it's things like this that make me wonder if she had any kids, and why they didn't check in on her.

Some people have a falling out with their family members. The lady across the street from me is in her 80s and all three of her kids hate her and haven't been by in years. (for reasons I'm slowly beginning to understand)

My mother would have to do something totally drastic for me to never speak to her again. Even so, I don't think I'd have the heart to just abandon her.

Same here. I can't imagine going years without speaking to either one of my parents much less abandon them knowing they'll die alone. Apparently, in the case of my neighbour, the falling out happened when her husband died and the kids started fighting her and amongst themselves for his belongings and such. It really drove home the importance of having a well laid out will to prevent these types of things from happening.

Although right now I don't own anything of value, so I guess it doesn't really make a difference.

Meh, I guess it could be because I'm an only child, but in all my family most of the children stay relatively close (within the same state). Hell for all I know after my mother retires she may up and bail for Arizona, and no way in HELL am I living there.

Uh, wouldn't eating pizza EVERY SINGLE DAY for 3 years wreck your health enough to kill you?

Way to dash that faith in humanity right back into the ground and beat it with a dead horse.

To answer your question, no.As a food with a wide variety of things in it, it's not all that bad for you in moderation. Meat, cheese, bread, tomato's, and assorted herbs and things, quite a lot of vitamins and minerals.

Someone eating that daily will be much more healthy than someone eating only a limited regimen of "health" foods, given that each is in moderation and enough exercise is carried out.

You may want to look into some form of remedial education if you classify any given type of food as irrevocably "bad".

Moderation =/= eating it every single day for 3 years. Once a week, sure. But 365 pizzas in one year? Besides this was pepperoni, not veggie pizza, but whatever.

I'm with whoever said she was lonely and this was her only contact. I will lay you better than even odds that there were like 20-30 pizzas in the fridge, all with only one slice missing.

Sgt. Expendable:I don't think I've ever seen somebody as happy as her when my family and I started visiting her. Soon most of the neighborhood kids would stop by. It was a somber time for the whole block when she passed.

Sgt. Expendable:I don't think I've ever seen somebody as happy as her when my family and I started visiting her. Soon most of the neighborhood kids would stop by. It was a somber time for the whole block when she passed.

That's one of the reasons old people get disproportionately religious, too. Gives you people to talk to and so on.

"June 22, 1996. A dozen members of a self-anointed and unwelcome KKK group came to Ann Arbor to hold a thumb-in-your-eye rally at City Hall. A protest group, the National Women's Rights Organizations Coalition (NWROC) formed to oppose them. After the rage had been mounting for awhile, this simpleminded redneck wandered up, wearing a Confederate-flag T-shirt and drinking a bottle of Lipton tea. The crowd tore off after him, he fell, and the mob pounced, striking for blood. Keshia Thomas, horrified, threw herself over him to stave off the angry blows. Moments earlier, Thomas, 18, had been in the NWROC group, shouting at the KKK. It was a heroic and passionate moment in a crazy afternoon, well captured in these photographs.In a story in People Magazine, Thomas was quoted as saying, "You don't beat a man up because he doesn't believe the same things you do. He's still somebody's child."The guy never dropped his tea bottle . . . .(He was later identified as one Albert McKeel, Jr.)"

Basically, she was acting as a human shield to protect the racist that she had shown up to protest. Always brings the dust up when I think about it.

"June 22, 1996. A dozen members of a self-anointed and unwelcome KKK group came to Ann Arbor to hold a thumb-in-your-eye rally at City Hall. A protest group, the National Women's Rights Organizations Coalition (NWROC) formed to oppose them. After the rage had been mounting for awhile, this simpleminded redneck wandered up, wearing a Confederate-flag T-shirt and drinking a bottle of Lipton tea. The crowd tore off after him, he fell, and the mob pounced, striking for blood. Keshia Thomas, horrified, threw herself over him to stave off the angry blows. Moments earlier, Thomas, 18, had been in the NWROC group, shouting at the KKK. It was a heroic and passionate moment in a crazy afternoon, well captured in these photographs.In a story in People Magazine, Thomas was quoted as saying, "You don't beat a man up because he doesn't believe the same things you do. He's still somebody's child."The guy never dropped his tea bottle . . . .(He was later identified as one Albert McKeel, Jr.)"

Basically, she was acting as a human shield to protect the racist that she had shown up to protest. Always brings the dust up when I think about it.

Oh, and credit where credit is due, I took that pic and description from here:Link

miss diminutive:Sgt. Expendable: I don't think I've ever seen somebody as happy as her when my family and I started visiting her. Soon most of the neighborhood kids would stop by. It was a somber time for the whole block when she passed.

That was a really sweet story.

This. That was a good thing to do, and you and your family are good people.

7th Son of a 7th Son:miss diminutive: 7th Son of a 7th Son: Meh, the article said her usual order was 1 large pepperoni pizza. Good on the driver though, it's things like this that make me wonder if she had any kids, and why they didn't check in on her.

Some people have a falling out with their family members. The lady across the street from me is in her 80s and all three of her kids hate her and haven't been by in years. (for reasons I'm slowly beginning to understand)

My mother would have to do something totally drastic for me to never speak to her again. Even so, I don't think I'd have the heart to just abandon her.

In case you were wondering "Why would Christians even risk living in the Middle East in the first place?" you might be surprised to find out that Egypt is 10 percent Christian -- Christians and Muslims eat at the same restaurants and go see the same movies, and by God, they've got each others' backs when shiat gets serious. Even in Iran, both Christianity and Judaism are legal and protected in their constitution. I guess what I'm trying to say is, none of this is as simple as the people with suits and podiumsZionists want you to believe.

Uh, wouldn't eating pizza EVERY SINGLE DAY for 3 years wreck your health enough to kill you?

Way to dash that faith in humanity right back into the ground and beat it with a dead horse.

To answer your question, no.As a food with a wide variety of things in it, it's not all that bad for you in moderation. Meat, cheese, bread, tomato's, and assorted herbs and things, quite a lot of vitamins and minerals.

Someone eating that daily will be much more healthy than someone eating only a limited regimen of "health" foods, given that each is in moderation and enough exercise is carried out.

You may want to look into some form of remedial education if you classify any given type of food as irrevocably "bad".

Moderation =/= eating it every single day for 3 years. Once a week, sure. But 365 pizzas in one year? Besides this was pepperoni, not veggie pizza, but whatever.

I'm with whoever said she was lonely and this was her only contact. I will lay you better than even odds that there were like 20-30 pizzas in the fridge, all with only one slice missing.

She may have also fed the birds with it. Or she may have a yard full of "neighborhood" cats that come help her finish the pie.

Want to restore my faith in Humanity? Tell me a Firsthand CSB that would put You on a list of Heros. We all do nice things for others. That's what being a Citizen is about. Act like an animal, we should be allowed to treat you like one. Act like a fellow citizen of humanity, and they put you on a list of Heros.

Or, we could just quit making/reading/linking stupid lists of Adults acting like real people instead of DB's

Some of it's good. Some of it's bad. I mean, could be a lot worse, but it would also be a lot better if I weren't, well.

Me.

And the more I lurk in the politics tab, the more I administrate Furaffinity, the more I deal with people lately, the more depressed I get. Not suicidal, no, never that. But... lethargic. Apathetic. Just floating wherever things go. If the world is full of douchebags, why should I care about the world?

Fark them. I got mine(sort of), and they're douchebags. Why the fark should I care about them, when they don't care about anybody but themselves? I try to help out, and get shot down, flamed, yelled at. I once offered a suggestion in a meeting. Old fart denounced it as stupid. Ten minutes later, was asking why nobody was doing my idea.

So yeah. Fark you, world. Why should I care about you, when you don't care about anyone but yoursel-

Oh, hi Fark.com. How are you doing, I guess?

Oh, that's good to hear. Yeah, Drew is kinda amusing when he's drunk. The weirdest things get posted.

Oh? Something I'm interested in posted? I guess I should check that out. Hero tag, eh? I bet it's being used iro-

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Today is my birthday, y'know. 27 years old, out of shape, starting to bald, working as a security guard and 'renting' a room from my mother. No car, and in Southern California that means no social prospects, especially since I work graveyard shift.

The high point of my day today was going to be getting drunk. ....pretty much alone. And then crawl to bed to pass out. Why? Because the world sucks, y'know. It honestly does, so why should I care when there's nothing good on it worth caring about?

That's how a lot of people think, and when I don't sink tot he depths of my depression, I instead rage at them. It takes a village, I say. We're all in this together - dear god, division of labor, reinvestment of profit, and growing common infrastructure in trust are the hallmarks of capitalism, and the last two are beind derided as socialist. The American political system is straining because of idiots, and meanwhile the population is being led by the nose with the "Douche and Turd Sandwich" meme that is WRONG

And yet

And yet

There's still good in the world. And today, on a day traditionally spent in reflection...

I can remember that.

...

Thank you, Fark. For reminding me that while the world is full of farktards and shiatheads and people who make pants-on-head-retarded cartoon villains look like Bond masterminds...

...it's also filled with people who are worth fighting for. Working for. Not that there's much I can do, but... I can try. And that's all I really ask, I guess.

Sgt. Expendable:miss diminutive: 7th Son of a 7th Son: Meh, the article said her usual order was 1 large pepperoni pizza. Good on the driver though, it's things like this that make me wonder if she had any kids, and why they didn't check in on her.

Some people have a falling out with their family members. The lady across the street from me is in her 80s and all three of her kids hate her and haven't been by in years. (for reasons I'm slowly beginning to understand)

Some people just don't have anybody left.

When I was growing up, there was a neighbor who was an old woman who some of us thought was creepy because she was always trying to talk to people from her porch and offer them snacks.

Well, as children are taught, I of course told my parents about this creepy lady who invited kids to her house for treats. My parents were wise enough to realize the lady was probably just lonely. Turns out her husband had died of a heart attack ten or so years before, they'd had one son who died in Vietnam. She'd outlived all the rest of her family and friends. She had limited mobility, so her porch was just about the furthest she could go.

I don't think I've ever seen somebody as happy as her when my family and I started visiting her. Soon most of the neighborhood kids would stop by. It was a somber time for the whole block when she passed.

Wow. That seriously made me tear up. (Glad I work out of my house).

Good on you and your family for bringing joy into a lonely lady's life.

Came here for that -- thanks for posting it -- I *love* that picture. I hope the photographer got a pulitzer for getting the story out, and that the woman never has to buy herself another drink -- or, for that matter, a meal out -- ever.

Also, if I recall correctly, the Galarraga / Joyce story is even actually a bit better than told in this article. After the game was over, Joyce called Galarraga to come to (something never done) the Umpires' Room (a sanctuary not entered by -anyone- but the umps. Ever.) to apologize (obviously, something never done, too). And all of that in a profession / culture that -never- admits mistakes. He stood up, owned it, apologized in the most meaningful way he could.

Then, Galarraga, who had every right to be furious in a way not imaginable to anyone who hasn't had a *perfect*game* blatantly ruined by a giant mistake, said, "meh - it's all good."

And the follow up was pretty interesting, too -- while the Joyce family got death threats (to be expected), he also found little pieces of human awesomeness -- e.g., the baggage crew somehow realized whose suitcase they were loading, and wrote something like, "it's ok - we forgive you!" and "we love you anyway" on his tags, etc.

I really hope the whole incident -- from the game, to the mistake, to the apology, to the forgiveness, and even, yes, the death threats, make it into the Hall of Fame, as soon as possible under the rules. Hell, I had hoped that they'd wave the rules and enshrine it all at the end of the season, but apparently MLB would never do something that clever and meaningful if it meant breaking a HoF rule.

And I *really* hope that MLB / the umps association / someone is taking care of the Galarraga family for life, as would have been the case if the correct call was made.

/ also, check in on old people, and make an attempt to befriend the neighborhood "crazy old bat," at least until he/she proves the label is well deserved// off to walk the dog, and check in on the not-so-crazy old bat down the way

7th Son of a 7th Son - My mother would have to do something totally drastic for me to never speak to her again. Even so, I don't think I'd have the heart to just abandon her.

Never underestimate the ability of a parent to get drastic enough for you to want to stop speaking to them. Abandon is another story, tis true, but if I ever speak to her again, it will be too soon. As I like to say to those who make faces when I tell them the above, "It's like this. I love her. But, I don't like her. And, I am pretty sure the feeling is mutual."

/And, just to make sure we are on the same page, I requested to be removed from her will. She can do whatever she wants with the three houses, and the three cars, and so on.

Sgt. Expendable:I don't think I've ever seen somebody as happy as her when my family and I started visiting her. Soon most of the neighborhood kids would stop by.

That is an great story, and thank you for posting it. Insta-favorited, but if I come to find out you made it up, I will. cut. you.

Shame that we live in a way that makes it rare and awesome to hear about basic kindness and open-mindedness. I want to believe that we just don't hear about it because it's common, but I really don't think it is.

Summercat:Today is my birthday, y'know. 27 years old, out of shape, starting to bald, working as a security guard and 'renting' a room from my mother. No car, and in Southern California that means no social prospects, especially since I work graveyard shift.

The high point of my day today was going to be getting drunk. ....pretty much alone. And then crawl to bed to pass out. Why? Because the world sucks, y'know. It honestly does, so why should I care when there's nothing good on it worth caring about?

That's how a lot of people think, and when I don't sink tot he depths of my depression, I instead rage at them. It takes a village, I say. We're all in this together - dear god, division of labor, reinvestment of profit, and growing common infrastructure in trust are the hallmarks of capitalism, and the last two are beind derided as socialist. The American political system is straining because of idiots, and meanwhile the population is being led by the nose with the "Douche and Turd Sandwich" meme that is WRONG

And yet

And yet

There's still good in the world. And today, on a day traditionally spent in reflection...

I can remember that.

...

Thank you, Fark. For reminding me that while the world is full of farktards and shiatheads and people who make pants-on-head-retarded cartoon villains look like Bond masterminds...

...it's also filled with people who are worth fighting for. Working for. Not that there's much I can do, but... I can try. And that's all I really ask, I guess.

Happy Birthday!

27 is a hard year for a lot of people. If you don't mind a bit of unsolicited advice, the instinct that you're having to try to help others is a good instinct. And I don't mean by volunteering for politics or anything like that (It sounds like it is draining you instead of lifting you up). If you're reflecting today, figure out what kind of good you'd like to do, what kind of volunteer work is a good fit, and what population of people you'd like to help. Then find the opportunities that match that, and go for it. It might be feel a little weird at first but it's worth it.